A Turnabout Party
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A Turnabout Party
Chapter 1
You are kidding me?
It was Monday. I had just finished cooking dinner and my
wife had just walked in the door from work. She set her
things down and just said, "You may get your wish."
"My wish?"
"Yes. Your wish for us to go out with you looking like a
woman."
You see I'm a work at home husband, doing on-line editing of
technical books, papers, and the like. My wife is a high
end professional woman. I can't use our real names, because
you'd know who we are. Well, at least you'd know who my
wife is. So, for now I'm Andy and my wife is Jackie. I'm a
cross-dresser. Jackie tolerates my quirk to the point where
I can dress at home, but not in front of her. So, when she
leaves for work, I can become Beth. For the longest time,
I've always wanted to go out again as Beth. I guess it's
just to see if she could still 'pass' among other people.
This is where Jackie puts her foot down.
Now Beth, to me, is a real girl. She likes to dress nicely.
She has taken over the spare bedroom. The closet is full of
clothes and the dresser is full of pretty things. She has
about two dozen pairs of shoes and a dressing table with a
ton of makeup. I spend the day doing the house work and any
editing that I need to do as Beth. Then just before Jackie
comes home, I reluctantly change back to good old plain
Andy. Jackie has seen me dressed a couple of times, when I
had gotten busy with an editing project and forgotten the
time. She didn't say much, one way or the other.
My reaction to her comment of, 'Yes, your wish for us to go
out, with you looking like a woman.' was to say the least, a
shock. I just looked at her. She then asked, "Andy, did
you hear me?"
"Yeah," I replied, "it was just a bit of a shock."
She smiled and said, "I thought it would be."
"So, what's going on?"
"Mr. Brenner and one of his silly parties."
Mr. Brenner's the owner of the company Jackie works for.
The trick is, if you wanted to advance in the company you
attended his parties. For the most part they were fun.
"Oh. One of those."
"Yes. He's come up with another silly one."
"What is it this time?"
"You ever hear of a turnabout party?"
"Isn't that where the girl goes as a guy and the guy as a
girl?"
"Yea. There's a twist to this one?"
"Oh."
"He picked couples like, Anthony and Cleopatra, Bonnie and
Clyde, George and Martha Washington, Capone and his gun
moll, and the like. Wrote them each on a piece of paper and
had everyone pick."
"We're going to be George and Martha, right?"
"No."
"Bonnie and Clyde?"
"No."
"So, who?"
"A pimp and his prostitute."
"You're kidding. They're not an important historical couple
like the others."
As she handed me a piece of paper she said, "Here look."
The paper had just 'Pimp and prostitute' written on it.
I looked at Jackie and just shook my head.
"We could be going as the cave man and woman. That's what
my boss got." she said with a little laugh.
"That'll be cute."
"Yeah. He wasn't happy and tried to trade with a lot of
people. No one would trade."
"Serves him right."
"One last thing. The prize is something we just might want
to try for."
"What is it this time?"
"A complete home theater."
"Wow! He's outdone himself."
"I thought so too."
We had dinner and not much was said about the party. Then
as we were cleaning up she said, "We have three weeks to put
our costumes together. Think we can do it?"
"Probably. But, am I going to be a low class prostitute or
a high class call girl? And does it have to be from a
certain era?"
"The slip didn't say anything about a time frame or the
quality of the prostitute. Just a pimp and prostitute."
"That should help. Let me do some digging on the Internet
and I'll see what I can come up with. I'll also go to a
costume shop this week and see what they have."
The next day I started browsing the web looking for
information on pimps and prostitutes. I found some
interesting things. I figured that the high class call girl
might be the way to go. I also looked at various costumes
and dresses on line to get some idea of what might work.
Later that week I took a drive to Mr. Fun's Costume Shop.
At Mr. Fun's, I got talking with one of the girls and
explained what we were looking for. She knew exactly what
we wanted and she first showed me a costume for Jackie. It
was a dark, pin stripe suite, with wide stripes. A large,
white, fur-covered hat, and a long, white, fur coat. She
said that if we added a lot of gold chains and jewelry that
it would add to the look. She even came up with a way to
hide Jackie's ample breasts. Along with some makeup to give
her a five o'clock shadow and a mustache.
Then she had fun finding something for me. I looked at a
number of fancy dresses. The one I fell in love with was a
long, backless, low cut, slinky, red dress, with a slit on
the right side that went up to the hip. A pair of matching
red platform shoes with laces that ran up my calf and would
make me six feet tall. She also said, that a long blond wig
would look fantastic.
As I was trying on the shoes, the girl commented, "You walk
in those like you've done it before."
"Ah ... Well ... I guess ... I guess I have."
"Thought so. You're a cross-dresser aren't you?"
I blushed a little and just said, "Yes."
"Kind of thought so. You just know too much about women's
clothes. Don't worry. We get cross-dressers in here all
the time."
"Honestly?"
"Sure. Most don't tell us. We can usually tell by what
they're looking at. They should just tell us and we'd be
happy to help them."
"You really don't mind?"
"No. I think it's cool that a guy can show his feminine
side."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For understanding."
She just smiled. Then said, "You know, you're going to need
breasts with that dress, and you can't wear a bra."
"I was thinking about that. I've got forms at home. I
don't think they'll work."
"Are they cheap ones or good ones?"
"Cheap."
"We carry some forms that can be attached and can be worn
braless. You can apply makeup around the edges and if it's
done right you can't tell they're forms."
"I've read about those."
"Would you like to take a look."
"Couldn't hurt."
This girl seemed to be having fun finding things for me.
She was back in a few minutes with a number of boxes and she
said, "They come in different sizes and skin tones. So, we
need to find one that looks right for your build and comes
close to your skin color. Lets go back to a dressing room
and see what looks right."
I followed her back to the dressing rooms. I removed my
shirt and she expertly picked one that was very close to my
skin color. Then it came to what size and with a grin, she
said, "You know. You're going to be a call girl. So, maybe
a bigger size."
She pulled what looked like huge breasts out of a box. I
looked at her and said, "Maybe too big?"
"Lets try them and see."
She had me sit on a chair and she carefully applied the
forms to my chest with some kind of spray. Luckily I keep
my body hair free. It's the one thing I do for my cross-
dressing that Jackie loves. It started with the amount of
bicycling that I did. I had always kept my legs' hair free.
Jackie finally admitted that she loved the feeling of my
hairless legs and suggested that I do the rest of my body.
She didn't need to ask twice. She even helps me with the
hair removal on my back.
The girl had me hold them in place and said, "Don't let go.
I'll be right back."
She disappeared for a minute or two and came back with the
red dress that I had picked out. She checked the glue and
said, "All right. You can let go. But ... "
I reacted too fast, let go of the forms, and said, "They're
heavy!"
"That's what I was going to tell you, but you moved too
fast. You'll get use to them."
"I don't know. It feels like they're going to pull my chest
off."
"They're a D on you, so they're large and heavy."
She had me stand up. As I moved, the forms moved and it
felt funny having something moving on my chest. She helped
me into the red dress. I looked into the mirror and saw a
striking woman from the neck down.
She asked, "Well?"
"It does look good," I replied.
"Told you."
"Will the forms stay on?"
"Sure. The adhesive is a very strong medical adhesive.
Now, if you put some additional glue around the edges, then
makeup and blend it properly, the edges will disappear. A
little double sided tape in the right places on the dress
and you won't be exposing yourself."
The more I looked at myself, the more I liked what I saw.
There was only one thing that bothered me. What was Jackie
going to think.
"I like what I'm seeing. I need to get my wife in to take a
look before I say it's a go. I'll try to come back with her
this evening."
"No problem. I'll be here until nine."
She helped me slip out of the dress, showed me how to use
the remover on the forms, and said, "If you do come back
tonight, wear some pantyhose and we can try for the full
effect."
I smiled at her and said, "I'll try."
That evening when Jackie arrived home from work, I had
dinner on the table. We sat, and talked about her day and
mine. Then I started telling her about what I had found at
Mr. Fun's and she got a twinkle in her eye. I suggested
that we run over there, take a look at what I found, and
then she could decide for herself if it was going to work.
She agreed without hesitation. I told her that the girl at
Mr. Fun's, by the way her name was Breann, had suggested
that I wear nylons to get the full effect on my costume.
Jackie's answer was a simple, "Why not."
I replied, "You're going to let me wear them out of the
house?"
"Why not. They'll be under your jeans and you said that the
girl has already figured out that you're a cross-dresser."
"All right. I'll be right back."
I ran upstairs to our bedroom. I'd already laid out a black
panty, black garter belt, and black nylons. It didn't take
me long to strip and put them on. I was back downstairs
very quickly.
As we walked into Mr. Fun's, Breann saw us and walked over.
With a big smile she said, "Hi. I'm glad you came back."
I introduced Jackie to her. Then she took us to the part of
the store where we had found Jackie's costume and she
explained what we had come up with. Jackie carefully looked
at the items and said, "Nice choice, Andy. I think this
just might work for me. The coat may be hot, but I'll live
with it. Now, how about yours?"
As we walked toward the dressing rooms, Breann said to
Jackie, "I'd hoped that you'd come back. So, I have
everything in one of the dressing rooms. We can either show
you as he dresses or surprise you when he's done."
Jackie looked at me, then Breann, then back at me with a
grin and said, "Surprise me."
"Have a look around. This will take a little while."
Breann took me back to the dressing room. When I walked in,
everything was there, the dress, the wig, the breast forms,
and the shoes. Breann said, "Take off your shirt and we'll
start with the forms."
A few minutes later, she had the forms reattached. Again, I
couldn't believe how heavy they were. Breann also said that
we wouldn't do any makeup tonight as it would take too long.
Next, I had to lose my jeans, so the shoes had to come off.
Luckily, I'd worn loafers, and was able to slip them off.
But, bending over, to step out of my jeans was something
else. The weight of the forms really pulled on my chest.
Breann liked the panties, garter belt, and nylons. She
helped me into the dress, and fastening the button at the
back of the neck for me. She then showed me how to use the
double-sided tape, she had mentioned earlier, to keep the
dress in place over my breasts.
Next were the shoes. Stepping into them was easy, wrapping
the laces up my calf, with the forms on, was something else.
But, I accomplished it.
As I stood up, Breann stepped back to get a look. She said,
"You do have great looking legs."
"Thanks," I replied.
Next, she placed a wig cap over my head, tucking my long
hair under it, then added the blond wig. Then she used a
few bobby pins to hold it in place and brushed it out. When
she was done, she smiled, and said, "Look in the mirror."
I turned, looked in the mirror, and saw a tall blond girl.
Then Breann handed me a tube of lipstick and said, "Here,
add this."
I applied the lipstick just like I've done many times before
at home. I even took a Kleenex and blotted it.
I could see Breann's reflection in the mirror and she was
grinning from ear to ear. I turned around, looked at her,
and said, "You're really having fun aren't you?"
"Sorry. Yes. I find it interesting. It's fun helping
people. Ready for your wife to see you?"
This was going to be the big thing. How was Jackie going to
react to seeing all of this? I said, "I guess."
"Don't be nervous. You look good."
"That's what worries me."
Breann smiled and said, "Stay here. I'll be right back."
She walked out the door of the dressing room, closed it, and
I started to get really nervous. She was back fairly
quickly and said, "She's ready."
"I'm not sure I am," I replied.
"It'll be all right. Come on."
She turned and walked out the door, leaving it open. I took
a very deep breath and felt the forms move on my chest. I
started toward the door, stopped at the threshold, took
another deep breath, and walked out of the dressing room.
Jackie and Breann were standing together just looking at me.
The look on Jackie's face was a mixture of shock and awe.
It started to slowly turn into a smile. She whispered
something to Breann, who grinned broader than before.
Jackie said, "Turn around."
I did a slow turn.
Then she said, "You can really walk in those shoes?"
I just nodded yes.
She walked over to me, looked at the breast forms, turned to
Breann and asked, "So, the edges can be hidden with makeup?"
"Yes. It's easy with good theatrical makeup. We just
didn't take the time tonight. They'll look like they're
part of her."
'Her?' I thought. That's the first time anyone has called
me that.
"She's awful tall in those shoes," Jackie said.
Now, my wife called me she.
"She'll just be one, tall, sexy, blond," Breann replied.
"Yea. I did see some male shoes over there with tall heels
on them."
"Those would add about four inches to you."
"Good. That would make me about five-ten. Then she
wouldn't be too much taller than I am."
Jackie continued to look me over, then walked back to Breann
and whispered something to her.
Breann, smiled and said, "That would add to it."
"What?" I asked.
"I saw something when I was looking around," Jackie
replied.
"What?" I asked again.
"Some nipples for the forms."
"Huh?"
Breann replied, "They're attachable nipples for the breast
forms and with that dress they'd show. Be right back."
Breann ran off, and Jackie and I just looked at each other.
I finally said, "Well?"
"I like it, me as your pimp and you as the call girl. You
do look amazingly good, even without makeup."
"Thanks. I think."
"You really do dress up when I'm gone. Don't you?"
"Yes."
"You're enjoying this?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh, nothing."
An 'Oh, nothing' usually means 'Oh, something.'
Breann was back with a small package and showed it to
Jackie. Jackie nodded yes. Then Breann walked over and
showed me. In the box were two perfect nipples with
areolas. Breann carefully applied them to my forms and
stepped back with Jackie. Jackie smiled and just nodded
yes.
Then Jackie asked me, "Honey. What do you think?"
I looked in a mirror and said, "I think it might work."
"You won't feel strange looking like a call girl in front of
people that know you?"
"I don't think so. It's only a party."
Jackie turned, looked at Breann and said, "It's not going to
be cheap. But, lets do it."
Breann took us back to the dressing room and helped me
undress.
Jackie, when she saw the garter belt and nylons, said, "The
nylons and garter belt are a nice touch."
The costumes, shoes, and wig, we were going to rent. But,
we had to buy the forms and nipples. We arranged with Breann
to pick the costumes up on the Thursday before the party and
took the forms, nipples, adhesive, and remover with us.
Breann also gave us a bottle of brush on adhesive and some
makeup to use around the edges of the forms.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot I said, "You know.
I need a different bra for these forms."
"Why?" Jackie asked.
"I should probably get use to them before the party.
They're bigger than the forms I have."
"You've got forms?"
"Sure."
"Oh. Just how long have you had those?"
"Five or six years."
"Really. You attach them all the time."
"I never have. I just use them to fill out the bra I'm
wearing."
"How many bras do you have?"
I thought, 'Now, where is this going?' and replied, "Six or
seven." I actually have a good dozen.
"That's more than I have!"
"Sorry."
Jackie sat there for awhile in silence, then said, "The only
place that I know of between here and home that will be open
is Smithers' on Twelfth."
"They've got nice stuff."
"You've shopped there before?"
"No. Just browsed with you."
We were at Smither's in about ten minutes. I parked close
to the door. Before we got out of the car Jackie asked, "Do
you just want me to run in and get you one?"
"Can't we do it together?"
"Sure."
"Think I'll embarrass you?"
"No. Won't you be embarrassed looking?"
"No."
"Oh."
We went into the store and Jackie led the way to intimates.
There wasn't anyone else in the department and she started
looking at the very plain bras. Not my style.
I quietly said, "How about something a little prettier?"
She just looked at me.
And I added, "In black."
We moved along to the prettier bras and I saw one that I
just loved. A black satin under wire, with lace. I guided
Jackie over to it and said, "I kind of like that one."
"This?" she said, pointing to the bra.
"Yes."
"Hmm. It is pretty. What size?"
"Thirty-eight. And those forms should make me a D."
"What's your regular size?"
"Thirty-eight C."
"How did you figure that out?"
"Trial and error."
With a smirk she said, "You need a bra fitting."
"Yea. Right."
She looked through the drawers of bras, found a box that
contained a thirty-eight D, and said, "Going to try it on?"
Being in somewhat of a strange mood I called her on it. I
took the box out of her hand and said, "Sure. Why not."
She grabbed it back and said, "No way."
"It was your idea," I said with a grin.
"At home."
When we got home we carried the packages into the house and
to the bedroom. She looked at me and said, "Well."
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to see if it fits?"
"I guess."
She took the bra out of the box and handed it to me. I
slipped off my shirt. Took the bra, put my arms through the
straps, reached behind me, and fastened the hook and eye
clasp. She just stared at me and shook her head. I asked,
"What's wrong?"
"I have problems doing that. And, you do it like it's
second nature."
I just grinned. Then I opened the box with the forms in it
and slipped them into the bra. I bent over and rearranged
the forms a little. Stood back up and I had some nice
cleavage. This was much better, having the weight of the
forms supported by the bra than just having the forms
attached.
Jackie just looked at me, then said, "I hate to admit it.
But, those look good on you."
I said, "You know. To make this work, if we really want it
to, I'll need to work on a look. And, get use to these
breasts."
"If we want it to?!"
"Are you sure you want me showing up at this party looking
like a real high class call girl?"
"You really think you can pull it off?"
"Lets put it this way. Breann called me her, you called me
she, and I didn't even have any makeup on."
"We did!? What do you think?"
"Personally I don't really care what any of those people
think. But, you have to work with them. If you want to do
it, we'll do it."
"I really want too win that home theater. Some of the guys
are already saying that they have it won. But, I don't want
to embarrass you."
"Honey, don't worry about me. I think I know who's saying
their going to win and I want to see just how bad they look
as girls. It's that I really don't want to embarrass you by
being too good."
"But, no one knows about Beth."
"I know and they still won't. I'll be a call girl for the
party and that's not part of Beth. In fact, the call girl
will look nothing like Beth. We can always say that Breann
helped with the makeup and everything else. I'll just have
to be careful and not act too feminine."
"Too feminine?"
"When I'm Beth. I'm Beth. At least I feel I am. I feel
that I even think like a girl. I know my actions are
feminine. In fact the times when deliveries were made and I
had to sign for them. The delivery people treated me like I
was a woman. The same with the meter readers that need in
the basement."
"So, you've been seen as Beth?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you just let them come back later?"
"A couple of times I was expecting something. The others, I
just thought the deliveries might be for you and important.
I didn't care about the meter readers."
"No one reacted."
"Not one bit."
"I need to sleep on this. Let's talk more tomorrow."
"All right. But, I need to get busy figuring out a look if
we're going to do this."
That night as we lay in bed, Jackie didn't fall asleep
quickly as she usually did on weekday nights. She rolled
over, looked at me, and whispered, "Can I tell you
something?"
"Of course."
"I've always wondered about Beth. Where she came from? What
she looks like? Who she is? How she interacts with you?"
"You're kidding? Why didn't you say something?"
"I was afraid."
"You were afraid to ask about Beth?"
"Yes. I was afraid that I'd find out too much."
"Too much?"
"Uh huh. That I'd find out that my husband was more of a
girl than a man."
"If I was?"
"I don't know. Who is Beth?"
"Who's Beth?"
"Yea. Just who is Beth?"
I thought for a short time and answered, "She's part of me
and always will be. I've always hoped that you would accept
her, at least a little bit. She's someone that likes to
look nice, is very feminine and loving. Someone that needs
to be understood."
"Where did she come from?"
"Huh?"
"What caused Beth to become part of you?"
"I guess I can blame my cousin Lisa."
"Lisa. Your favorite cousin. How did she get Beth
started?"
"My mom and her sister, Lisa's mother, use to get together
all the time. Most of the time I ended up going along. One
time, when she was about eight and I was about seven, we
were playing in Lisa's room and Lisa talked me into dressing
up in some of her clothes. A panty, a girl's t-shirt, a
cute little dress, short white socks, and a pair of patent
leather shoes. She even did something with my hair.
"It felt kind of weird, but nice. I guess I stayed dressed
that way for about an hour before I told Lisa that I want to
change back. The next time I was at their house, she
dressed me up again. This time I stayed dressed most of time
we were playing. This continued for months and I really
started to enjoy it. I actually looked forward to it. Lisa
gave me the name Beth.
"Then we got caught. Lisa had put me in a cute shorts'
outfit and we were playing in her room. My mom and aunt
walked in on us. My mom wasn't too happy about it. But, my
aunt said that we were just playing and it wouldn't hurt
anything. That day we were also staying for supper and my
aunt said I could stay dressed as long as I want to. For
some reason my mom went along with it.
"Over the years Beth evolved with Lisa's help. She taught
me about makeup and clothes. If I did anything unfeminine
she would really get on me. When I was older, probably a
sophomore or junior in high school, she actually got me to
go to the mall with her. I was scared as hell. Nothing
happened, except getting hit on by some boys.
"That's where Beth came from. Lisa is the only one, other
than you, that knows about Beth."
With a grin, Jackie said, "So, I can blame Lisa for this."
"If you want to call it that."
She cuddled closer and fell asleep.
The next day as she was leaving for work Jackie said, "You
know. I've never really seen Beth. Those couple of times I
walked in on you I really didn't pay much attention."
"And?" I asked. Trying to figure out where she was going
with this.
"Could I meet Beth tonight?"
"You sure?"
"Yes. I'd like to see what she looks like," she said, as
she kissed me and left for work.
I sat at the table thinking for a long time. The first time
she had walked in on me and I was dressed as Beth. She had
stood there for a long time looking at me and then just
said, 'Please change.' Nothing more was said. Why does she
want me to stay as Beth?
Later that morning I carefully became Beth. I spent more
time making sure everything was perfect. I picked out a
very nice blouse and skirt outfit. Panty, bra, forms, not
the D's, garter belt, and nylons. I know most girls today
don't wear nylons or pantyhose, but like I've said, Beth has
a need to look very nice. I did my makeup and spent time
fixing my own hair. My hair was long enough, when not in a
pony tail, to be put into a decent feminine style. I spent
a very nervous day doing the laundry and some editing.
Right after I started dinner, a pot roast, I freshened my
makeup and redid my hair.
I was at the stove, with an apron on, finishing dinner, when
Jackie walked in from work. I didn't turn around, but
waited for her to say something. She did. "Hi. I'm home."
I smiled to myself, turned around, smiled at her, and said,
"Have a hard day, honey?"
She smiled and said, "Yes. Some of those guys at work can
be real jerks."
"Dinner is almost ready. Go get comfortable and it'll be on
the table when you get back."
"Thanks love."
She walked out of the kitchen. I thought, 'That was
interesting. She treated me just like I was myself.'
We had a very normal dinner, each of us telling the other
about their day. As usual, she helped me clean up the
dinner dishes and then we went into the den.
As we sat there she said, "You are comfortable as Beth,
aren't you?"
"Very."
"You do look very nice. The skirt and blouse are sharp.
The shoes fit the outfit. Your makeup is very nice."
"Thank you."
"Have you thought what the call girl is going to look like?"
"I want to play around with a look. I've looked at a few
things on line and have some ideas."
"Do you need any help?"
"Thanks. But, I think I can figure something out. Just
don't be surprised if you come home to her."
With a grin and a little chuckle, she said, "I won't. You
know. Your real hair is fairly long."
"Yea."
"I've seen some women's hair styles that were short and
sexy."
"Yea."
"I'm wondering if having your hair styled might be the way
to go. Instead of the wig."
"You're kidding?" One of my fantasies is to have my hair
done in a salon. My hair is fairly long. If I didn't keep
it in a pony tail it's was down onto my shoulders.
"No. I really want to win this. Not so much for the prize,
but to show up those jerks at work."
"Like what kind of style?"
"Like a shag or maybe something that's straight and lays
flat."
"Okay. I'm game."
"Let me talk to my stylist."
"You're beginning to scare me."
"Scare you. Why?"
"You're really getting into this, before you wanted nothing
to do with my cross-dressing."
"You're complaining?"
"Not really. It's just a complete turn around in your
attitude."
"Maybe I'm just really seeing you for the first time, seeing
that you have two personalities, a male and a female one."
"It's just not the party is it?"
"At first it was. I just wanted to win the contest. Then
after seeing you at the costume shop and tonight, it's
different. I still want to win, but I want to have fun with
you while doing it."
"So, you're beginning to accept Beth?"
"Maybe. At least part of the time."
That evening we talked more than we had in a long time. Our
sex life had become kind of on and off, but I think that
night we began resurrecting it. Jackie didn't fall asleep
right away, as she usually did.
Two days later Jackie came home with a smile on her face. I
asked her, "What's got you all smiles?"
"A couple of things," she answered.
"So, tell."
"First I talked to my hair stylist. I told him all about the
party and he was excited to help."
"He?"
"Yes. Jerome is a great stylist. You've always liked my
hair."
"Yes. But, I just thought that your stylist was a girl."
"Heck no! Some of the better ones are guys."
"I guess. What else has got you smiling."
"Do you remember Frank Richards?"
"Sort of."
"Well he's one of the jerks that figures he's got winning
the contest sown up. I finally got tired of him, so I told
him to put his money where his mouth was. We have a hundred
dollar side bet."
"You're really sure we're going to win this, aren't you?"
"You bet love."
"Good. I think I have a look figured out."
"When can I see?"
"Tomorrow. If you want to?"
"I do."
Chapter 2
A visit from Brandy.
The following day I sat at Jackie's dressing table putting
my new look together. I tried attaching the breast forms
for the first time by myself. They actually turned out
fairly good. I worked the adhesive around the edges of the
forms, then added the makeup, just like Breann had said to
do, blending it to hide the seam. When I was done, I
surprised myself, I could hardly see the seam. It looked
like I actually had breasts. I then put the new black bra
on and that was interesting. Normally I added the forms
after putting on a bra, but this time I was putting the bra
on my breasts.
I then spent some time doing my makeup. My usual
moisturizer, then a foundation that was a shade darker than
I usually use and I worked that down into my cleavage. Then
I worked on my eyebrows. I cleaned them up a little,
thinned them along the bottom edge and used a black eyebrow
pencil to make them more pronounced.
I wanted to try the smoky look on my eyes. So I spent some
time with a black eyeliner pencil and dark eye-shadow,
smudging and blending them just right.
Then I lined my eyes, making it very thick and pronounced,
thickest at the outer corner and thinner toward the inner
corner. Then I added more eye shadow, blending it upward
across my eyelid to the crease. I finished with just a
little cream eye-shadow under the outside corner of my
eyebrows.
My eyelashes are fairly long, but I wanted them longer. I
had found one of those two step mascara systems, where you
first lengthen them, then color them. I carefully
lengthened my lashes, trying to make the outer lashes longer
than the inner ones. I was also careful to keep the lashes
separated. After I was sure the lengthener was dry, I
carefully applied the color, being sure to keep each
individual hair separate.
I'm terrible at picking a color of lipstick that I like. I
looked at my collection and finally decided to try a true
red. I used a darker liner pencil and then a brush to apply
the lipstick.
I sat back and took a long look at myself. Yesterday I'd
done this look, along with others, and this looked better
than the first time I had done it.
I was going to use one of Beth's wigs, as we didn't have the
wig from Mr. Fun's yet, or my hair styled, if I was really
going to do that. The closest wig Beth has to blond, is one
that is a dishwater blond. I very seldom wear a wig as I
prefer my own hair and because Beth looks better as a
brunette. But, with this look, it might not be too bad.
I slipped the wig on over my wig cap and fussed with it for
a while. This wig was shoulder length and almost hid my
ears. When I was happy with it, I pulled a pair of large
tear drop shaped earrings out of one of the drawers and
replaced my studs with them. Jackie had let me get both of
my ears pierced a few years ago, not long after we were
married.
I took a long look at myself in the mirror and there was my
call girl. At least what I though would pass for a call
girl.
Since it would be more than four hours before Jackie came
home, I slipped into a pair of shorts, a scoop necked top,
and a pair of mules. Then I looked in the full length
mirror and saw a new girl. It wasn't Beth. Beth wasn't
built like this and didn't wear makeup like this.
I spent the next three hours doing a little house work and
starting supper.
About half an hour before Jackie was due home I changed. I
added the garter belt and hose. I have a blouse that can
look very sexy. I left the top two buttons unbuttoned. It
showed some cleavage and the top of my bra. Then there is
the short pleated skirt. Something else Beth wouldn't wear
very often. The tops of my nylons and the garter tabs
showed when I was standing. Yes, that short. I have a pair
of dressy leather sandals with a one inch platform and four
inch heels. I slipped into them and fastened the ankle
straps. I walked over and looked at myself in the full
length mirror. There was that girl I had seen in the mirror
at Mr. Fun's, but with a different hair style.
I looked at my hands. They were too plain for this look.
So, I got out a set of press on nails, in red, and carefully
applied them. Then added a couple rings. Again, I looked
at this girl in the mirror and she now looked complete.
I heard the door open and Jackie call out, "I'm home."
I answered back, "I'll be right there."
I was still worried what she was going to think when she saw
this look. I took a deep breath and walked into the
kitchen. Jackie was there, checking on dinner.
Her back was to me, so I stood there with my hands on my
hips, in a feminine way, and said, "Excuse me. That's my
job."
She turned, started to say something, stopped and just
stared. I just grinned at her.
Her first words were, "You've got more cleavage than I do."
I quipped back, "The correct bra can do wonders for a girl."
"Did you glue the forms on and do the makeup?"
"Sure. I thought you'd want to see the total package."
She looked me over very carefully and then gave me a kiss.
She had to stand on her tip toes to do it as I was now six
feet tall with these heels on.
As we ate dinner, she just kept looking at me and smiling.
Finally she said, "I love your makeup. It's classy and a
good evening look. The lipstick could be a little darker.
Overall you look great."
I was a little amused that she liked what I'd come up with.
I smiled at her and said, "Thanks. I want to work on it
some more and try to refine it."
"It doesn't need much refining."
Later that evening we were in the den and I was still
dressed. Jackie was reading a book and I was working on
some editing that needed to be done for tomorrow. I caught
her looking over at me every once in a while and I finally
asked, "Is something bothering you?"
"Not really. I'm just amazed as to how comfortable you are
dressed this way."
"I'm more comfortable as Beth. This is a little over the
top for her."
Jackie continued to look at me, then asked, "Do you want to
become a girl?"
"No. I like both worlds. But, there are times that I've
thought that I'd like to live full time looking like a
girl."
"That would make you happy?"
"You make me happy."
Over the next week, I refined this new girl's look. I'd go
for the full look. I'd attach the breasts. I'd gotten good
at concealing the seams. I'd work on the makeup. Put on
the wig and find the sexiest clothes Beth had, which wasn't
much.
One day I stayed dressed for Jackie. I'd gotten the look
the way I thought it would work and when Jackie saw it she
just shook her head. I asked her, "What wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just that you look so good. It's just
amazing that you can do this."
I smiled, and said, "Thanks. It makes a girl feel good to
hear that."
"A girl! You're this girl right now, aren't you?"
"On the outside."
"Not on the inside?"
"A little, I guess."
"I think more than a little."
The party was on Saturday. The Thursday before I went to
Mr. Fun's to pick up our costumes. Breann was her usual
bubbly, helpful, self, and was also happy to see me. She
gave me a couple of things to add to Jackie's costume. As I
was leaving she said, "I'd sure like to see some pictures."
"I'll see what I can do," I said with a grin.
After dinner on Thursday, we spend the evening working on
Jackie's costume. To start with she removed all of her
makeup. We then bound her breasts, no easy task. Then she
applied a darker foundation than she normally used, to give
her face a darker look. Then, I attached her mustache and
used the makeup that Breann had given us to give her a light
five o'clock shadow. She then used an eyebrow pencil to
give herself fuller eyebrows.
Her hair isn't too long, actually shorter than mine. So,
she used some heavy moose to slick it back into a somewhat
male style. She usually wore small diamond studs in her
ears, she removed the one from her right ear, and replaced
the one in her left ear with a much larger diamond stud.
I walked over to my chest of drawers, pulled a package out
of a drawer, and handed it to her. She looked at them and
said, "What's this for?"
With a grin, I said, "I just figured that you'd want to do
it from the skin out."
"But, jockey shorts?"
"Why not?"
"I guess."
Her clothes consisted of, the jockey shorts, a black shirt,
and the suit. She wore black pants' socks, and the high
heeled men's shoes. When she had it all on, it wasn't bad.
Almost masculine. She slipped on the hat and coat. There
was the pimp. Not completely passable as a guy, still too
pretty, but she made a decent looking pimp.
"Oh," I said, "one last thing."
"What?"
"Something from Breann."
I handed her a long cigarette holder.
Jackie looked at it and said, "But, I don't smoke."
"That's why Breann gave me these." And, I handed her a
package of fake cigarettes.
Jackie smiled a little, put one of the fake cigarettes in
the holder and struck a pose. Then said something, using a
word I'd never heard her use before, "So, bitch, how do I
look?"
"Ah ... Like my pimp."
"You got that right."
"Don't get too far into this."
With a grin she said, "Don't worry love."
Then it hit me. I asked, "What are we using for names?"
"I've never thought about it."
"Me either. And, I'm not using Beth."
"Any ideas?"
"Maybe Jack, or James, or John, for you."
"Maybe something a little different."
"Like what?"
"How about, Jesse?"
"No. Too feminine."
"All right. How about Jace?"
"I like that."
"Good. It was my grandfathers nickname. Now how about
you? Want to stay with something beginning with B?"
"Maybe."
"How about Buffy or Bunny?"
"Now who's being funny."
"Okay. How about Belinda?"
"That's a possibility."
"Or, Billie?"
"Too masculine. You know. Brandy might work."
"Hmm. Brandy. Andy. Andy. Brandy. That's good."
"A play on names."
"So, Jace and Brandy it is."
On Friday we decided to do a dress rehearsal. My
appointment with Jerome was late Friday afternoon. Jackie
came home from work at Noon and I was already half way to
being Brandy. I had my makeup finished and was running
around in nothing but a bra and panties. I helped her bind
her breasts and left her to finish getting ready on her own.
I still had my wig to put on, the garter belt, nylons, the
dress, and shoes. It was a struggle with both of us trying
to get dressed at the same time. But, we somehow
accomplished it.
When we were both done we just looked at each other.
Jackie, now Jace, wasn't wearing the coat and hat, but
looked good as a pimp. I think trying to get into the role,
Jace smiled at me, and said in the deepest voice possible,
"Brandy. You're one hot bitch."
Trying to keep the scene going, I put my hands on my hips,
frowned at him and said, "Jace, such language. That's no
way to talk to a lady."
"A lady! You're nothing but a high priced whore. My
whore."
"Baby. You know I'm yours."
"You bet your sweet ass you're mine."
I threw my arms around him and kissed him. We both laughed.
Jace then said, "We were getting into our rolls weren't we?"
"Just a bit. Lets see what we look like together."
We walked in front of the full length mirror and looked at
ourselves. I was surprised just how good we looked
together. Jackie almost looked like a guy, an effeminate
guy, but a guy. And, we looked good together. I took her,
sorry Jace's arm, and hung onto it like some girls would do.
I saw a smile come over Jace's face and he said, "You know
babe. I think we just might have a chance at this."
"You think?"
"As long as you put out for those high rollers."
"Baby. As long as they're paying for it, they'll get it."
"They are."
Again, we laughed at each other. I turned Jace around and
kissed him again. The kiss he returned wasn't a girl's
kiss, but a strong masculine kiss. He then pulled me very
close and continued to kiss me. That's when I felt
something. When we finally broke the kiss, I looked down
and asked, "Ah... Did you grow something new?"
"You mean the bulge in my pants?"
"Yea."
"Like it?"
"I don't know."
"I figured that I needed it to finish the look."
"What did you use. A rolled up sock?"
"No. I stopped at an adult store. It's a strap on."
I just looked at him. Now, Jace, or Jackie, is no prude.
But, I've never known her to go into an adult store. Buying
something like this is completely out of character.
"Well," Jace said, "you have a nice flat front, I needed
something."
"I guess."
"I won't wear it if you don't want me to." Jace said with a
hurt look.
"It's all right. It's just out of character for you."
"I know. But, I thought it would add to the effect."
We again looked at ourselves in the mirror.
"It will. But, you know, those nails have to go."
"My nails?"
"Yea. At least the polish on them. Red just doesn't look
right on a guy."
"I'll have Jerome's nail tech do something with them while
he's doing your hair. Are you going to use the press on
nails?"
"Thought I would."
"Want to get your nails done properly?"
I just looked at Jace. Having a manicure was another one of
my fantasies, and I didn't want to appear too excited by the
idea. I guess the look on my face gave me away.
"I thought so." Jace said, "That smile tells me that you'd
love it."
"You're right."
"Lets get changed. Jerome is expecting us soon."
"It'll take me awhile to put Brandy away."
"Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why put Brandy away? Just go as her."
"You're kidding me?"
"No. When Jerome is finished with your hair it's going be
totally feminine."
"You sure?"
"Yes. But, not that dress. I'd go comfortable. Slacks, or
jeans, a blouse and flats. I'd also lose the heavy makeup."
"You're serious."
"Yep. Hurry up or we'll be late."
A while later we were pulling up in front of Jerome's salon.
It surprised me, but I had no qualms about getting out of
the car and walking into the salon. We were greeted by the
receptionist, who greeted Jackie by name. She said, "Have a
seat and Jerome will be right with you."
We sat and I just looked around. This was my first visit to
a beauty salon and I was taking it all in. I picked up a
beauty magazine and started flipping through it. About
halfway through, I saw something. Showing Jackie the page
in the magazine, I said to her, "How about this?"
She looked at what I was showing her and said, "I love it.
We'll see what Jerome thinks."
What I'd shown her was a picture of a girl with a short,
sexy, shag cut, and her hair color was white. There was
just something about it that hit me.
Five minutes later a man walked into the waiting room and
greeted Jackie with, "Jackie, love. It's so nice to see
you."
"Hello Jerome," she replied.
"Is this our new client?"
"Yes. Brandy, this is Jerome. Jerome, this is Brandy."
Still sitting I offered Jerome my hand and he kissed it.
Jackie continued, "I also need to see Billie about my nails.
These won't do for the party."
"We can do that. Come on with me and we'll get started."
Jackie and I followed him back into the salon. There were a
number of customers, but no one paid much attention to us.
We followed him to the back of the salon, to an area that
must have been his, as it was done up very fancy and
somewhat effeminate.
I sat in his chair, Jerome took my wig off and started
looking at my hair. Then he said to Jackie, "This won't be
bad. Her hair is in good shape. So, we're doing a color
and style. An eyebrow wax. A manicure and pedicure.
Correct?"
"Yes."
I thought, 'Eyebrow wax?'
Then I said, "Did you say eyebrow wax?"
Jackie answered for him, "Sure love. You need to look your
best tomorrow night."
"Are you all right with that Brandy?" Jerome asked.
I looked at him, then Jackie and said, "Sure. I guess."
"Good! Now, what style are we looking at?" he asked.
Jackie opening the magazine to the page with the shag cut
and showing it to Jerome said, "We thought that this would
be sexy."
"Oh yes. That style would be very nice. Now, how about a
color?"
"We even thought the color in the picture."
"That's nice. But, I have another idea."
Jerome picked up a note book, flipped to a page, and showed
it to Jackie. She smiled and nodded yes. Then he showed it
to me saying, "This is platinum blonde. I think it would
look fabulous on you, especially with that style."
I again looked at Jackie for support and she said, "It's you
love."
I looked at Jerome and said, "Go for it."
Jerome smiled and then called out, "Gina. Oh, Gina. Would
you come here, please?"
Within a minute, a pretty dark haired girl walked up and
Jerome said, "Gina. This is Brandy and we're going to make
her a platinum blonde. While you're doing that Billie is
going to give her a pedicure."
"Hi Brandy. So, you're Jackie's friend."
I just nodded yes.
"Well honey," Gina continued, "you just relax and let us
work."
"Gina," Jerome said, "when you're finished I'll do her cut
and style. Oh. She's also having a manicure and brow wax."
"Almost the full treatment, you're a luck girl Brandy."
I just smiled.
I don't know what Gina used on my hair, but the smell was
not pleasant. But, having the pedicure started to relax me.
When Gina was done, Jerome was back and went to work cutting
and styling my hair. Billie was going to do my manicure
after Jerome was done. This whole thing was very relaxing
and time seemed to fly.
It took Jerome a little while to cut and style my hair.
When he was done, he appeared to be very happy with himself.
Billie had been working on Jackie's nails and they walked
back over together. Jackie slowly got a very big smile and
said, "Jerome. You've out done yourself. She looks
fantastic."
"I thought so too," he replied.
"Can I see?" I asked.
"Sure thing love." he said, as he turned my chair toward the
mirror.
I saw a pretty blond with a very sexy shag hair style. And,
three people with smiles behind her. I couldn't help but
smile. Then I said to no one in particular, "Very nice.
Very, very nice."
"Thank you love. I figured that you'd love it," Jerome
said.
"I do, very much."
Jackie said, "Stop being so vane Brandy. It's getting late,
I'm hungry, Billie has your nails to do, and you still need
your eyebrows waxed." I got up from the chair and actually
gave Jerome a hug and a kiss on the cheek. That got a
strange look from Jackie. Jackie, Billie, and I walked to
Billie's work area and she went to work on my nails.
I watched Billie work on my nails. After she had lengthened
them, I think with an acrylic, she did them in a very nice
red. Then she got fancy. She applied a diamond looking
stone to my left little finger and did some fancy art work
on the other nails.
Just as Billie was finishing another girl walked over and
said, "Hi I'm Paige. Jerome said that your brows needed
waxing."
I looked at Jackie. She grinned and said, "Yes. She's been
letting them go and we're going to a fancy party tomorrow,
she needs to look perfect."
"We can do that. Come on with me sweetheart."
I got up and followed Paige to her work area. Jackie was
right behind me. I reluctantly sat in her chair and she
said, "Have you ever had them waxed before?"
I just shook my head no.
"It won't take long. To be honest, it will hurt a bit. How
thin do you want them?"
Jackie, still carrying the magazine, opened it to another
page, showed it to us, and said, "I think this would be
nice."
The picture showed a very thin, sexy eyebrow. I just looked
at Jackie. She just smiled at me.
Paige then looked at me and said, "That would go really well
with the look you have. Are you all right with it?"
I just nodded yes.
Paige leaned her chair back and said, "Just close your eyes
and relax."
I did as she asked. She continued to talk as she worked.
"I'm going to carefully apply some warm wax on the area that
I want to remove hair from."
I felt her spread something warm on my face, just above my
right eye. Which I assumed was the wax.
"Now I'm going to apply a cloth strip over the wax and rub
it a couple of times."
I felt her do just as she said. "All right honey. This will
hurt a little."
Hurt! It was painful. And, I jumped.
"Sorry honey. I know it hurts, but it'll stop in a second."
I opened my eyes and looked at her. By the look on her
face, I think doing this hurt her as much as it did me. She
took a little cream and rubbed it on my eyebrow, while
saying, "This will help." And it did.
She then did my left eye. Then used tweezers to take care
of some stray hairs and when she was done, she turned me
toward a mirror. My eyebrows were now very thin, with an
arch to them and looked very feminine.
As we were leaving, we again thanked everyone for their nice
work. Jerome took my hand and kissed it again. I gave
everyone else a kiss on the cheek. Jerome said, "Have fun
being a girl. You make a very pretty one."
As we got in the car, I freshened my lipstick and Jackie
said, "I'm still hungry. There's a nice little restaurant
just down the street."
"Sure," I said, "But, I've got a question."
"Sure."
I turned, looked at her and said, "Three weeks ago, you
wanted nothing to do with my cross-dressing. You knew I did
it, but wanted no part of it. Now you've got me going to a
costume party as a girl. You've taken me to a beauty salon
and practical gotten me the works. I look more like a girl
than a guy. Now, you want to be seen out in public with me.
Why?"
"I ... I think it's because I've finally seen another
side of you and I'm beginning to like it. Don't get me
wrong. I love your male side. But, you're feminine side is
very interesting. I know Beth is you, your feminine side.
But, seeing you as Brandy is very interesting. She wants to
come out and enjoy this. Something inside me wants to help
her and you. It's been fun. Tomorrow night is going to be
really fun."
"Fun? Maybe. But, I'll guarantee you it will be
interesting."
We parked in front of the restaurant and walked in. It was
late, but there were still a number of customers and it felt
like all eyes were on us as we walked to a table. It made
me very nervous. I whispered to Jackie, "Everyone is
staring."
"I would stare too if I was a guy."
"The women are staring too. In envy."
"Yeah, right."
"What did you see when you looked in the mirror?"
"A girl. I guess."
"You guess. Love. Why, I don't know. But, you make a very
pretty girl. People are going to stare. Get use to it."
As we sat, Jackie asked, "Now love, tell me why the kiss on
Jerome's cheek?"
"Huh?"
"After Jerome was finished styling your hair you gave him a
kiss on the cheek."
"Oh. I guess I was just so pleased with what he'd done.
That I just reacted that way."
"Andy or Brandy?"
"Ah ... Brandy."
"Love. You worry me."
"Huh?"
"Not starting to like guys. Are you?"
"No. Why?"
"It's just that when you're Beth or Brandy, you are so much
a girl. I felt that you might be starting to like guys."
"No. I only like girls and in particular you."
We finished our dinner and headed home. As we were getting
ready for bed, I was going to remove my forms. But, Jackie
said, "You might as well leave them on, you'll just have to
put them back on tomorrow."
Putting them on and taking them off everyday, as I had for
the past week or so, was taking a toll on my chest. But, I
said, "I'd have to sleep in a bra to be comfortable."
With a grin Jackie said, "You haven't gotten use to those
girls yet?"
"Very funny. No I haven't."
"I got you a couple of things."
"What?"
"Take a look in the bag on the floor by my dresser."
I walked over, picked up the bag and looked inside. I
pulled a nightgown, a matching pair of panties, and a bra,
out of the bag. The bra was a sleep bra.
I looked at Jackie and said, "Are you sure?"
"You're a girl until after tomorrow night."
"Really?"
"Sure. You need to be in character."
"Well then," I said, getting a little silly, "I've never
done it with a girl before, but there's always a first time
for everything."
"Stop."
"What's wrong? Don't you want to make love to me?" I
started to pout.
"You are so bad."
"Well?"
"Yes. I want to make love to you."
"Looking like Brandy?"
"You're still Andy underneath."
"Am I?"
"You'd better be."
I just gave her a coy little smile. Then, I slipped on the
panties, sleep bra, and nightgown. The panties didn't stay
on very long. Jackie stayed away from my forms. Of course
I wouldn't have felt anything. But, the love making was
still intense.
Chapter 3
The Party.
We slept in on Saturday knowing that we would probably be up
late that night. I was the first one up and it was
interesting getting up with the forms still attached. I
took my clothes, including a regular bra, into the bathroom
to get dressed, so as not to disturb Jackie. When I took
off the sleep bra, I checked the makeup around the seams of
the forms and I still had to look very hard to see the
seams. It appeared that the makeup Breann had given us was
very good.
Saturday passed fairly quickly and the party was to start at
eight. After a light diner, Jackie and I started getting
ready. Again we were both running around in just panties
and bra, until Jackie changed into the jockey shorts and we
bound her breasts.
It was nice not having to put a wig on, but just work with
my own hair. With Jackie's help, it was back to the way
Jerome had styled it. I spent a good long time getting my
makeup just perfect.
It didn't take long for Jackie to become Jace and start
getting into character. Her first comment was, "Well bitch,
you'd better look perfect tonight."
I glanced over at Jace and could see his package bulging. I
said, "Jace. Honey. For you baby, I'll look better than
perfect."
We finished getting ready at a little after seven. As we
were looking each other over Jace said, "All kidding aside,
you look good enough to eat."
I think I actually blushed at that and said, "I'll be a four
course meal for you."
Just before we left Jace set up the digital camera and took
a dozen or so pictures.
Neither of us were sure about driving in the shoes we were
wearing. Since Jace could change his easier than I could,
he slipped on a pair of loafers and drove.
We were about two miles from home, when the inside of the
car lit up with blue flashing lights. Jace looked at me and
said, "What did I do?"
"Nothing that I know of."
We pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. The
officer walked up to Jace's side of the car and said, "Sir.
Can I see your drivers license, registration, and proof of
insurance? You do you know why I stopped you?"
In a very feminine voice Jace said, "Yes sir. And, no sir,
I don't know why you stopped us. Was I speeding?"
As I got the registration out of the glove box, Jace pulled
his wallet out of his pocket, and dug out his drivers
license. The officer took Jace's, actually Jackie's drivers
license and said, "Your licence plate light is burned out."
Then he looked at the license and said, "Ah ... What's
going on?"
"We're going to a costume party."
He shined his flashlight in my face and said, "Miss. Do you
have any identification?"
"Yes sir," I said as I dug into my purse and handed him my
drivers license.
He looked at both the licenses, then shining his flashlight
in Jace's face, asked, "You're Jackie Barker?"
"Yes sir."
Then shining his flashlight in my face, he asked, "And,
you're Andy Barker?"
"Yes sir."
"You live at?"
"785 Inland Lane."
"And, you were born?"
"September nineteenth nineteen-eighty-two."
"Hmm. Stay in the car. I'll be right back." And, he
walked back to his car.
Jace and I looked at each other. I thought Jace was going
to cry so I said, "Don't worry. I think he's just checking
our drivers licenses and the car registration."
"I hope. I've never been stopped before."
"Relax. It'll be fine."
The officer was gone for a few minutes and Jace got more
nervous the longer he was gone. He finally walked back to
the car and as he handed our paper work back to Jace, he
said, "It appears that everything's in order. But, get that
light fixed."
"We will officer," Jace replied.
"By the way, good costumes. You had me fooled. Especially
Mr. Barker. Have fun at the party. And, drive carefully."
"Thank you officer. We will."
The police officer walked back to his car. Jace put his
hands on the steering wheel and his head on his hands. He
sat there for a few moments before sitting back up and
saying, "I thought I was going to pee myself."
"You were getting a little nervous."
We finished the drive to the party center. They had valet
parking and we let them park the car for us. Of course the
valet opened the door for me and offered me his hand, which
I took. The only thing the valet looked at was my cleavage
and it made me feel very self conscious. Jace saw it and as
he took my arm and said, "Now you know how girls feel."
There were a couple parties going on and we really got the
once over from a number of people. We figured out which room
ours was in and walked toward the door. Jace opened the
door for me. I saw everyone inside and froze. If I had
been Beth I would have walked in without hesitation, but as
Brandy I was as nervous as hell.
Jace whispered, "From what I'm seeing you're the best
looking girl here."
"That's what worries me," I whispered back.
He carefully guided me into the room. It was interesting
seeing some of these people dressed as the opposite sex.
There were some that looked fairly good and others that
looked like guys in a dress or girls in a suit. Some of the
girls dressed as guys looked really good.
I could feel Jace start to get into character. He stood as
tall as he could and started walking with an air of control.
I started falling into Brandy's roll of a call girl and hung
onto Jace's arm.
The first couple we ran into was the owner of the company,
Mr. Brenner and his wife. He was dressed as a harem girl
and his wife as a sultan. It wasn't hard at all to tell it
was Mr. Brenner. His eyes actually got very big when he
figured out who we were. He looked at Jace and his first
comment was just, "Jackie?"
Jace, in the best masculine voice he could muster, said,
"Yes. But, tonight it's Jace."
"Ah.... You were supposed to bring your husband."
"This is Andy. But, tonight he's Brandy."
"No way. This is a real girl."
With a smile I answered, "No. It's me Mr. Brenner, Andy
Barker."
"No way. You're too pretty and you've ... you've got
breasts."
"All an illusion Mr. Brenner. A lot of makeup and such."
"God. Wait until Richards' sees you. He's been strutting
around here spouting off that he's got the contest all sown
up."
I saw Jace get a broad smile on his face and he said, "I
figured that he would be doing that. That's why we went all
out for this."
"You did do that. I would never have guessed that this was
Andy."
With a wink Jace said, "It's not, remember that tonight it's
Brandy."
I caught the couple that came as Al Capone and his gun moll
looking at us very closely, and I asked Mr. Brenner, "Did
the Richards' come as Capone and his gun moll?"
"Why yes," he answered.
"Thought so. They've really been giving us a very close
look."
"Where are they?" Jace asked.
"Over by the bar."
Jace looked over that way and just grinned. We excused
ourselves and walked toward the bar. Everyone there was
giving us the once over. We walked up to the bar and Jace
said, "Hi Frank. You look good."
"Oh God. It is you Jackie. But, this can't be Andy?"
"Oh, but it is. Want to pay up now or later."
"No. It's got to be a ringer. You got one of your
girlfriends to come with you."
Jace looked at me and said, "No, it's really Andy. Tell 'em
honey."
"Frank it's really me. Andy."
He just stood there looking me up and down. Then said, "God
you make a pretty girl."
"Just for tonight. Then it's back to Andy."
The party was actually a lot of fun, a good bar, a good disk
jockey, and good food. Most of the people were treating me
just like a girl. It was funny, I was feeling like a girl.
I felt sexy and pretty. A number of people, both guys and
girls, asked me how we did it, how we made me look so much
like a girl. It was fun telling them parts of it. There
was no way that I was going to let on about Beth.
Jace and I actually danced a couple of times. It was funny
when he tried to lead. Half way through one dance, one of
the women dressed as Napoleon, a tall Napoleon, walked up
and tapped Jace on the shoulder, and said, "May I cut in.
I'd like to dance with the prettiest girl here."
Jace turned, looked at him, and staying in character, said,
"Okay. But, she's very expensive."
"I'll bet she is."
I finished the dance with Napoleon and then we walked over
to the bar. He ordered drinks and as we were sipping on
them, he said, "So, just how expensive are you?"
I looked at him and staying in character, I said, "Twenty-
five hundred for the evening, plus a good dinner and a show.
Then what happens, happens."
"For that you'd better be good."
In a slutty way I said, "I'm very good."
"So, I've got to talk to your pimp?"
"Yeah. Jace makes all my appointments."
"Good. I'll talk to him later."
As I was getting ready to walk away Napoleon grabbed me and
kissed me. Not on the cheek, as one girl would do to
another, but on the lips. It really startled me. I pushed
away from him and said, "I'm not paid for yet!"
I turned and walked away. After that I figured that I'd
better check my makeup and I did have to go to the restroom.
I found them and without hesitation I walked into the
ladies. There were two other ladies in there, both using a
stall. So, I didn't know if they were real girls or from
the party. When I was done and was freshening my makeup,
one of the stall doors opened and out walked Josephine. She
walked up next to me, washed her hands, and started to
freshen her makeup.
She looked at me and sounding just like a real girl said,
"You really do make a pretty girl."
"Thank you," I said, "you're not bad looking yourself."
"Thanks. I thought we had a chance at the grand prize.
But, after seeing you and your wife, we don't have a
chance."
"You never know. It's everyone voting."
"I know. But, you're a natural."
"Thanks. I just fell into it when we decided to do this.
Your wife can dance like a man."
"Yea. She can be that way."
I finished putting on fresh lipstick and fixing my hair.
Josephine said, "You did that, just like you do it all the
time."
I just smiled.
As midnight rolled around, it was time for the judging. As
expected, Frank Richards and his wife, dressed as Capone and
his gun moll, were one of the finalists, as was the couple
dressed as Anthony and Cleopatra. Napoleon and Josephine
were a third, and Jace and I rounded out the four finalists.
We went up on the stage and I struck the sexiest pose I
could. Jace stuck his cigarette holder in his mouth and
tried to look mean.
When the judging was over we shook hands and hugged the
other three couples. We did win. When Napoleon hugged me
he whispered, "I want you."
I pushed back, looked at him, and couldn't say anything.
The party went on for another hour or so before people
started to leave. I was talking with Mr. Brenner and his
wife. They still couldn't get over how good I looked. I
saw Jace talking to Napoleon and finally saw Jace shake his
head no. Napoleon seemed to get a little upset. I saw Jace
again shake his head no and say in a very loud voice, "No
way!" Then he walked away.
Jace walked over to us and I asked, "What was all that
about?"
"Nothing!" he replied.
I knew better.
We said good night to Mr. Brenner and his wife, thanked them
for a great party and the nice home theater. He said, "You
two deserved it. Brandy looks just too good and I mean that
as a complement. Jace all pimps should be as cute as you
are."
Jace said, "You say the nicest things. You want her? You
can have her at a discount."
Staying in character, I said, "What! I don't lay on my back
for less than twenty-five hundred."
"You'll do what I tell you to do. Or, you'll be walking the
streets."
"Jace honey."
"You heard me."
The Brenners' were getting a laugh out of our banter. But,
I was wondering if Jace was getting too much into character.
On the way home I knew something was bothering Jace, he was
very quiet. I also knew it was better not to pry into his
thoughts. He'd tell me when he was ready.
We got home, walked in the door, Jace turned, and kissed me.
It was a long, deep kiss.
"What brought that on?" I asked.
"I just love you."
"I love you too. Now, what's bothering you?"
"That bitch that was dressed as Napoleon."
"What about her?"
"She wanted you."
"Wanted me?"
"Yea. She actually offered me twenty-five hundred for you
for an evening."
"So, that's what she was getting at."
"What?"
"After we'd danced and she bought drinks. She asked what I
charged for an evening. Staying in character I told her
twenty-five hundred. Then, she said that she'd talk to you
about the arrangements."
"Weird."
"It gets weirder."
"How?"
"After we had our drinks. I went to walk away, she grabbed
me and kissed me."
"Kissed you!"
"On the lips. Then, ... "
"There's more!?"
"Yeah. I went to the ladies to freshen up and her husband,
you remember Josephine, was in there. It was a little
weird."
"Weird?"
"Just what he was saying. Then when Napoleon hugged me
after the contest she whispered, 'I want you.' That really
freaked me out."
Jace just stood there. I could tell he was getting madder.
Finally, and it was Jackie talking, "I don't know who they
were. But, I'm going to find out. I need to get out of
this costume."
"Honey. Calm down," I said. Then, trying to lighten things
up I added, "I'm not for sale."
"Damn straight you're not."
"Honey!"
"Andy, I'm sorry. This just pisses me off."
I followed her to the bedroom, she started to take off her
costume and I said, "I'm sorry your evening was ruined."
"It wasn't. Maybe a little downer, but not ruined. I just
don't like it when someone hits on my girl."
"Your girl?"
"You were my girl tonight. Weren't you? No one hits on
her."
"Of course. I'm always your girl. Or, guy."
"Besides, we beat Frank. That really made my evening."
"I know. I've never seen you so happy when they said we
won."
"It was a good feeling."
I watched as Jackie finished undressing. When she removed
the jockey shorts she was standing there completely naked,
except for the strap on. I looked at it, looked at her, got
a wicked little grin, and said, "That looks good on you."
She looked at me, with a strange look, and said, "Be careful
bitch, or I'll use it on you."
This took me back a bit and I guess my look changed to one
of shock.
She then walked over to me, hugged me and said, "You're mine
and only mine."
I felt her strap on pressing between us. It was an
interesting feeling, along with her breasts pressing against
mine. I whispered, "That bitch at the party really got to
you didn't she?"
"Yea. I felt really jealous when she said she wanted my
girl."
There was that 'my girl' again.
"What are you going to do?"
"First, find out who she is. Then make sure she doesn't do
it again."
"Be careful. If she was at the party she's part of the
company. It's strange that you don't know her."
"I know. But, I'll find out."
We broke our hug and kissed. Not like Jace and Brandy, or
Andy and Jackie, but like two girls, very soft, and very
sensuous. As we broke the kiss I said, "I guess I'd better
put Brandy away."
"Why?"
"What do you mean. Why?"
"Don't you want to stay as Brandy for another day?"
"Maybe. But, Brandy is a hooker."
"So. Maybe I want a hooker tonight."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Pointing at my breasts I said, "Even with these."
"Yea. I'm more interested in what's between my pretty
hookers legs."
I looked down at her strap on and again with a coy little
smile said, "Not going to use that on me. Are you?"
With a grin she said, "You never know. But, not tonight."
Jackie helped me remove everything but my garter belt and
nylons. She removed her strap on. That night our sex life
really began a new.
Late Sunday morning I awoke and Jackie was cuddled up to me.
I remembered last night, the party and how much fun it was
to be Brandy. The sex we had. It was better than anything
we'd had before. I carefully worked my way out of bed, I
found my nightgown, slipped it on, and went to the kitchen.
I made some coffee, sat at the kitchen table, sipping
coffee, and thinking about what had happened the past few
days.
The rest of Sunday was interesting. Jackie treated me just
like a girl the whole day. We even went grocery shopping as
two girlfriends. That night I removed all signs of Brandy,
except the hair, and Jackie went back to treating me like
good old Andy.
Monday everything was back to our normal routine, Jackie was
off to work, and I was back to my house work as Beth. I
didn't have any editing to do, so it was house work. I did
have an errand to run. The costumes had to be returned and
I had a dilemma. Should I go as Beth or Andy?
Jackie doesn't know this, but Beth had been out once by
herself and appeared to pass. I had gotten really brave one
day. I dressed in a way that I had seen most women at the
mall dress, jeans, blouse, flats, and light makeup. Then I
drove to a mall about ten miles from home. It took me ten
minutes to get up the courage to get out of the car and walk
into the mall. Once I was inside I noticed that no one paid
any unusual attention to me. I seemed to fit right in, kind
of a member of the crowd. I slowly walked the mall,
looking in shop windows, exchanging smiles with others,
sitting, and people watching. I spent an hour and a half at
the mall and that time went very quickly. As I left the
mall and drove home I felt really good about passing as
Beth. I'd always wanted to do it again.
Today if I went as Beth, I'd have to interact directly with
people. I didn't know if I could do that or not. I sat
there and stared at my computer screen for a long time.
Then I said out loud, as if someone was listening, "Girl you
can pass. Just don't talk too much."
I gathered up our costumes and took them to my car. I came
back in, freshened my makeup, put on a nice skirt and
blouse, fixed my hair, put my things in a purse, and found
my wedge sandals. I also printed out a couple of the
pictures that we had taken Saturday night as we were leaving
for the party.
I walked back out to my car, got in, started it, and as I
went to grip the steering wheel I smiled. My nails were
still red with the art work on them and the one little
diamond. My hands still looked very feminine. I liked
that.
Chapter 4
Changing back?
As I was driving to the costume shop I had to stop for a
traffic light and in the next block was the beauty shop
where Jackie had taken me. I looked in the mirror and the
platinum blonde hair just wasn't Beth. After the light
changed, I crossed the intersection and pulled into the
beauty shop's parking lot. Without hesitation I grabbed my
purse, got out of the car, and walked into the shop.
It must have been a slow day, Gina was standing at the front
of the shop talking to the receptionist. She recognized me
as soon as I walked in the door and said, "Brandy! How was
the party?"
I smiled at her and softly said, "Fantastic."
"What can we do for you?"
"Change my hair color back."
"Sure honey. Come on back."
I followed Gina back to her work area and she asked, "What
color did you have in mind?"
"My original color."
"Really. I think you'd really look great with dark auburn
with some high lights."
"You think?"
"I sure do. Especially if you're going to keep the feminine
cut. You are, aren't you?"
I just looked at her and I guess it was with a puzzled look.
"Honey," Gina continued, "we know that you're a guy and
think it's cool. So, are we keeping the cut and making you
a red head?"
"Yeah.... I guess I'll try it."
"Great. Hop up in my chair and we'll get started."
I did as Gina said and as she wrapped the protective sheet
around my neck, she asked, "Do you want Billie to redo your
nails."
I looked at my hands and the were kind of fancy for everyday
wear, and I said, "Not really. But, I guess I should."
About an hour later I looked like a new man, oops woman. I
loved what Gina had done with my hair. She was right, the
color with highlights was perfect for me. Billie had left
my nails the same length and given me French tips. We had
discussed the party and just before I left I ran out to the
car and brought in the pictures. Everyone looked at them and
they couldn't get over how good the two of us looked.
Especially Brandy. As I was giving Gina her tip, she asked,
"Going to stay as a girl?"
"I don't know."
"You like it don't you?"
"Yeah. Kind of."
She smiled, and said, "Come back and see us."
"I will if Jackie doesn't kill me."
"She won't."
"I hope not."
I finished my drive to the costume shop and carried
everything in. The girl working the counter started checking
in the costumes and just as she was finishing Breann walked
up. Breann looked at the costumes and then at me with a
little puzzled look on her face. I smiled at her. Then she
started getting a smile and said, "It is you! Your hair is
so cute and your makeup. I just love it. I wasn't expecting
to see you back dressed like this."
"Thanks. I just got brave."
"How was the party?"
"Fun. Everyone thought my wife brought a ringer and that I
was a real girl."
"That's so cool."
"Wait!" the other girl said, "You're not a woman?"
"No he's not," Breann said with a little smile. "You
couldn't tell. Could you?"
"No way. Except I guess, the voice a little."
I said, "We went out of our way to make me pass as a girl
for this party and Breann was a great help in making it
happen."
I went on to tell them about the party and when I pulled out
the pictures, the other girl said, "Wow. I can see why they
thought your wife brought a ringer to the party."
Breann added, "You look natural dressed that way. The blond
hair just tops it off."
"You mean that I looked like a hooker?" I said with a fake
look of shock.
"No. A natural woman. Dressed up for a fancy party. Even
now you look good. It took me awhile to figure out it was
you. Your wife even looks good. Like an effeminate pimp.
I'm surprised to see you out dressed like you are."
"It's fun and I got brave. I figured that before I put all
this away that I'd get one last outing. So, I stopped at
the beauty parlor and had my hair done, then came here."
The other girl said, "Breann's right. You do look like a
natural woman. You really look great."
"Thanks."
"Didn't you tell me that the forms you used were cheap
ones?" Breann asked.
"Yes."
"I know you're not wearing the ones we used for the costume,
you're smaller."
"The larger size just isn't me."
"Come with me."
I followed Breann to the back of the shop. She took me to
store room and as she handed me a box, she said, "Take a
look at these."
I looked at the box and it had printed on it, 'Self adhesive
breast forms.'
Breann continued, "We got these in a while back and they
never sold. We returned all but this pair. I think that
they might just be the right size for you."
"They're self adhesive?"
"Yes. The backs are coated with a special adhesive that
allows you to wear them and peel them off a number of times
before the adhesive has to be reapplied."
"Very nice and I bet expensive."
"They were and it's probably why they didn't sell. Our
clientele that are cross-dressers bought forms, but these
were a little more than most of them wanted to spend. Would
you like them? I'll give you a good deal on them."
"Really."
"They've been sitting back here collecting dust and we'd
like to get rid of them."
I was very interested in these. I really liked the feeling
of the forms that I'd worn when I was Brandy.
Breann added, "Just try them on and see if you like them."
"I guess it couldn't hurt."
"Great. Let's get them on you."
She took me to a changing room and I removed my blouse and
bra. She looked at the forms that I had, shook her head,
and said, "Girl. These things are terrible. I thought you
had forms these are nothing but foam rubber. You deserve so
much better."
She carefully cleaned my chest with alcohol and then placed
the forms in place. I sat up, felt the weight on my chest,
and was amazed at how well the stayed attached. Breann then
said, "They are supposed to stay attached until you want
them off. To get them off, all you have to do is start at
an edge and carefully peal them off. When you're not
wearing them be sure to store them in their box with the
cover over them to protect the adhesive."
"What happens when the adhesive wears out?" I asked.
"There's a kit with a cleaner and new adhesive. You
carefully clean off the old adhesive and apply the new
adhesive. They should be back too new. I think we still
have one of those around too. Do you like them?"
"Nice. Very nice."
I put my bra back on. It was different putting it on with
breasts and not having to insert forms. I paid Breann and
she really gave me a deal. As I was leaving, Breann said,
"Girl. If you feel as good as you look, you need to get
out."
"I know. Thanks. These do feel better than my old forms."
"They should." she said, as she handed me another box, and
said, "Here's the kit with the cleaner and adhesive."
As I was leaving, I actually hugged Breann just like a woman
would. I drove out of the parking lot of the costume shop
and was feeling very good. As I drove toward home I passed
one of the larger malls in town and without even thinking I
pulled into the parking lot.
I did something very feminine, that I'd seen my wife do a
hundred times, I checked my lipstick in the car mirror and
freshened it. I didn't even hesitate getting out of the car
and walking into the mall. I felt good. I walked around
window shopping, looking at people, and even went into a
couple of stores looking at clothes and shoes. As I was
getting close to the food court and my stomach was letting
me know it was hungry. I looked at my watch and it was an
hour past my normal lunch time.
I looked at the various offerings and found something that
sounded good. I walked up to the counter and in my best
feminine voice, said, "A number three, with ice tea.
Please." There was no reaction what so ever from the guy
taking the order. I took my food and found a table where I
could people watch. After I was done, I found a jewelry
store and went in. I was looking for something special. I
made my purchase, again without any reaction. I was feeling
really good.
I walked back out to my car and headed home. It was an
uneventful drive. When I got home I went up the bedroom. I
took off my blouse and bra, and felt the weight of the forms
pull on my chest. I looked at myself in the mirror and I
was looking at a half naked woman. The forms had realistic
areolas and nipples. I touched the forms and they felt
real. Just like Jackie's breasts. I lifted one and they
were heavy. Just like real ones.
I redressed and finished my house work. As I started
cooking dinner I was torn between staying as Beth or
changing back into Andy. I guess I though about it a little
too long. I heard Jackie walk in the door and say, "I'm
home."
I took a deep breath and said, "I'm in the kitchen."
I heard her walk into the kitchen and I knew she was
standing there looking at me. Finally I heard her say,
"Good evening Beth."
I turned and looked at her. She wasn't frowning or smiling.
I asked, "Did you have a good day?"
"A very good day. How was yours?"
"Very interesting."
"Care to tell?"
"Over dinner?"
"Sure. I'm going to change."
"Dinner will be on the table when you get back."
Jackie turned and walked out of the kitchen. I thought, 'At
least she didn't appear to be upset.'
We sat down to dinner and I filled her in on my day, except
for my stop at the jewelry store. She sat in silence until
I was done then said, "I was a little surprised to see Beth
when I walked in and with the new hair color. I guess I
should have figured that I'd at least see Beth. You really
surprised me going out as her."
"I surprised myself that I did it. You're not upset?"
"No. Not really. Surprised that you did it, but not upset.
How did you feel going out by yourself?"
"Nervous at first. Then I relaxed and felt good."
"I like your hair. Gina did a nice job."
"She said that it would look good and it did."
"It does look very nice. So, are you wearing the forms?"
"Yes."
She smiled and asked, "You want a real pair?"
I looked at her a little strangely and replied, "I don't
think so."
"Let's have some wine and I'll tell you about my day."
I got us each a glass of wine and met Jackie in the den.
She was sitting on the couch and I joined her there. I sat,
folding my legs under me. She said, "You even sit like a
girl."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. If it's comfortable, sit that way."
"So, how was your day?"
"Actually fantastic. To start with, you were the talk of
the office."
"Really?"
"Really! They couldn't get over how good you looked. A
couple people even commented that you acted like a girl."
"Did I go overboard?"
"No. They were just so taken by you that they couldn't stop
making comments. Most of those were compliments. But,
Frank was something else."
"What did he do renege on the bet?"
"And lose face? No. I could tell it was hard for him to
hand over the money."
I just smiled.
Then Jackie said, "I asked Mr. Brenner about the woman that
hit on you and did I get an ear full."
I sat up and said, "Really. What?"
"Well. She's a silent partner in the firm. Her first
husband was Brenner's original partner in the business and
when he died she inherited his part ownership. She has a
lot to say as to what happens in the operations of the
company."
"That could be bad."
"No. Brenner holds fifty-one percent of the stock. So, he
has the final say."
Sitting back, I said, "Good."
"Brenner filled me in on her. Her name is Samantha
Goodheart."
"That sure doesn't fit."
"I know. It appears that she has a thing for guys that
dress like girls. The better they look, the more she like
them. You were obviously the best looking one there."
"I knew there would be trouble."
"There's more. Her husband, who was Josephine."
"Yea."
"Well. He's more of a girl than you are."
"Huh?"
"She's had him get surgery."
"Surgery?"
"He has breast implants. All of his body hair has been
permanently removed. He's had some facial surgery and his
voice has been altered. Plus, he dresses full time as a
woman."
"So, that's why he sounded so much like a woman when he
talked."
"Yep, and she really did want you. After we had left she
asked Brenner about us. He just skirted the issue. I did
complain to Brenner about how she came onto you. He said
that he'd handle it."
"Good. I was worried about her."
"You know. Brenner couldn't stop talking about how good you
looked. He was really happy that Frank lost the bet."
We just sat there for a few minutes looking at each other
and I finally said, "I'll be right back. I have something
for you."
"What?" she asked.
As I got up and started walking out of the room, I said,
"You'll see."
I was back in less than a minute holding something behind my
back. I sat down next to Jackie and said, "This is for the
most wonderful person in the world." I handed her a square
velvet box, that had 'VanSnipe' printed on it.
She looked at the box, then at me and said, "This is too
expensive. You shouldn't have."
"Yes I should have. You allowed me, or should I say Beth,
to go out with you. That was very special."
She slowly opened the box and I could see the expression on
her face change. She got the biggest smile on her face.
She looked at me, leaned over, and gave me a very big kiss.
Then she said, "This is so wonderful. You shouldn't have."
"You more than deserve it."
She finally removed the diamond necklace from the box and
said, "Help me put it on."
That night as we were getting ready for bed Jackie saw the
forms for the first time. She looked at me for a few
seconds and said, "They look real."
"I know. If it wasn't for the seams you couldn't tell."
"Can the seams be hidden like the other pair?"
"I don't know why not."
"How do they feel?"
"Nice. My old forms were really bad."
She smiled, and said, "Can ... Can I touch them?"
I think that was the first time that I'd ever heard Jackie
hesitate when asking something. I answered, "Sure."
She walked over and touched the forms. She lifted them.
Then said, "They do feel real and they're warm."
"Sure. They warm up to body temperature."
She watched as I carefully pealed the forms off my chest,
put them away, removed my makeup, and slipped back into
being Andy. That night we made love. It was different. It
was the slowest, sensuous, love that we'd ever made.
The next day as she was leaving for work Jackie looked at me
and asked, "Will Beth be here tonight when I get home?"
"Do you want her to be?"
She smiled and said, "I think it might be nice."
Chapter 5
Where's it going?
After she left I became Beth, complete with the new breast
forms. I did some laundry and got started on some editing.
When Jackie came home she was very happy about something. I
asked, "What's got you so happy?"
"You'll have to wait until after dinner."
"Oh. Come on. Tell."
"Nope. After dinner."
We had dinner and she took her good old time. I poured two
glasses of wine and followed her to the den. She sat on the
couch, I sat next to her, and asked. "Well?"
With a grin that went ear to ear, she said, "There was a
major restructuring at work today. I also got a promotion
and bonus."
"Really! Wow. What?"
"I'm the head of my department now."
"What! That is so cool." I leaned over and kissed her.
"There's more."
"More?"
"Yea ... It makes me Frank's boss."
"Frank's boss. I bet he's not happy."
"Not in the least. He stormed around the office all day. I
finally cornered him, we had a long talk and he finally
calmed down. When I said that I was just going to treat him
like he treats the girls in the office, he nearly lost it."
"We should have gone out to dinner to celebrate."
"We will."
Over the next two weeks I was Beth off and on. Sometimes I
was still Beth when Jackie came home. Beth actually went
out and did the grocery shopping a couple of times. It felt
really good going out as Beth. One evening after dinner
Jackie asked, "Want to go shopping?"
"Sure. For what?"
"Clothes. I need some new things for work."
I was still Beth so I said, "Sure. I'll go change."
"What's wrong with what you're wearing?"
"I'm Beth. Don't you want me to be Andy?"
"No. You look fine. Beth always looks nice."
"Thanks. Are you sure?"
"Girlfriend. Yes. I'm sure."
I was a little nervous to start with. Thinking back over my
previous experiences and the comments that were made by the
real girls, I quickly became at ease. Being with Jackie
really helped.
We closed the stores at nine and were back home about nine-
thirty with a number of bags. As we took them to the
bedroom, I said, "We got so many things for me?"
Jackie replied, "I just thought that Beth needed some more
things. Her wardrobe is kind of limited, and a little dull.
The sales were great. Weren't they?"
"They were great."
"Watching you look through things was fun."
"Fun?"
"Sure. It's fun to have a girlfriend like you to go
shopping with."
"A girlfriend?"
"Sure. Beth is my girlfriend. Isn't she?"
"Yea. I guess. If you want her to be?"
"I do. It's been fun when you've been Beth. Even in bed."
"You like me as Beth?"
"I've had my eyes opened over the last month or so as to who
you really are."
"Who am I?"
"You're my husband Andy, and Andy is a very deep and
complicated person. He has a very deep feminine side. A
side that wants to be seen and loved."
I sat on the bed and just looked at her. Then I asked, "You
accept Beth?"
"She's a big part of Andy isn't she?"
"A very big part. You don't mind having her around?"
"Not at all."
"You don't mind making love to her?"
"No. You are different when you're Beth and I enjoy it."
"You don't want Andy anymore?"
"I didn't say that. I need Andy too. Beth is also Andy.
Right?"
"In a way. When I'm not Beth, I feel like there is
something missing."
"Honestly?"
"I kind of feel incomplete."
"How does it feel when you're Beth?"
"Like I'm complete. Like ... Like I'm who I should be."
"Do you want to be a girl?"
"I don't know. I enjoy looking like one. It feels good."
"So. You're saying that you would like to look like a girl,
but stay a guy underneath."
"Maybe. I guess."
"Do you want real breasts or anything else done?"
"There are times that I think I still need to be Andy. Like
for you. Do you want me to do those things?"
"I need my Andy, but ... we could do anything that would
make you feel better."
"You don't mind if I stay as Beth."
"No."
I got up, walked over to Jackie wrapped my arms around her
and gave her a very long, soft, kiss. When we broke the kiss
I looked at her and said, "I love you so much."
"No more than I love you."
The next day after Jackie had left for work, I did some
housework and some editing. I also called the beauty shop
and scheduled an appointment with Gina for after lunch.
Gina reworked my hair, I had my nails redone, and one of the
girls did my makeup. It felt so good being pampered this
way. As I was paying Gina, she said, "I guess Jackie wasn't
upset the other day?"
"No. She's accepted Beth. In fact I'm going to start
living as Beth."
"Really."
"It was a mutual agreement. She likes having Beth around
and I like being Beth."
"Can I ask you something kind of personal?"
"Sure."
"Are you thinking about becoming a girl full time?"
"No. We both need my male self around from time to time."
She smiled, and said, "You come across very feminine, even
when you were here as a guy."
"Really?"
"Yes. You really could work out in the world as a girl."
"Except for my voice?"
"You could train it to sound very feminine."
"How do you know so much about this?"
"My boyfriend's a cross-dresser. He doesn't come anywhere
close to looking as good as you do. He just likes dressing
up from time to time. We've had a lot of fun with it."
"That's why you're so accepting?"
She just smiled.
A few days later Jackie and I had decided that we were going
out for dinner that evening, so I didn't have to cook. When
Jackie came home she found me at my desk and gave me a kiss.
Then said, "About ready to go?"
"As soon as I freshen my makeup," I said.
As we sat at dinner Jackie asked me, "Beth is really here to
stay. Isn't she?"
"She's always been here. Do you mind?"
"No love. I don't mind. Is there anything that would make
it easier for you?"
"Easier. What do you mean?"
"Maybe permanent body hair removal."
"That's expensive."
"I know. Would it be worth it?"
"It would be nice to not have to shave or wax anymore."
"Is there anything else?"
"Maybe my voice."
"You really don't sound bad now. It's a little husky, but
feminine."
"Really?"
"Sure. There's a girl at work whose voice is deeper and
more masculine than yours. Your vocal inflections are a
natural."
Over the next few months I started living almost full time
as Beth. I even got into the routine of going to the beauty
shop every so often to have my hair and nails done. I also
looked into having permanent hair removal done. Like I'd
figured it wasn't cheap, but Jackie said that her bonus
would more than pay for it.
I went through the hair removal process and one night after
the hair removal was complete, we were laying in bed after a
great session of sex and Jackie said, "I really like your
body nice and soft like this."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes. It's so soft and smooth. I just love the feel of
it."
Our sex life was really back to the way it was when we were
newly weds, but it's also different. Jackie taught me how a
girl really likes to be made love to. A lot of kissing and
touching. The longer it takes the better. She taught me
this by showing me. It could take us a long time to
consummate a love making session. When we did, I felt like
it was the most wonderful thing ever. I could tell that she
was also very pleased. We both were very satisfied.
About six months after I had completed the hair removal, we
were laying in bed after a great round of sex. Jackie
looked at me and asked, "Have you thought of taking Beth to
the next step?"
"Next step?"
"Uh huh."
"Like what?"
"Well ... maybe becoming more of a woman."
"More of a woman?"
"You've become very comfortable with the forms, and I was
thinking, ... maybe, ... real breasts."
"Implants?"
"Or, hormones."
I sat up a little and asked, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
I could tell that she was a little tentative about this
conversation. I said, "You know hormones will stop
something from working. Don't you?"
"You mean ... "
"Yes. My male libido would go away. No more regular
intercourse."
"Oh."
"I wouldn't be able to get it up. You don't want that. Do
you?"
"No."
"I didn't think so. I don't either."
"Implants?"
"Why?"
"Don't you get tired of having to mess around with the forms
all the time?"
"Some times."
"I know you can't feel anything when I touch them."
"You're right."
"And, ... And, I like to play with them."
"Them?"
"Your nipples."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Now, it's like playing with nothing."
She had always spent a long time playing with my nipples
before I started wearing the forms to bed. Of course that
had stopped when I started wearing the forms. I said, "I
could just take the forms off."
"I know. But, it wouldn't be Beth then. Would it?"
"No. You're saying I should get implants?"
"If you want."
"You're serious?"
"Yes. But, only if you're comfortable with it."
"There would be no going back to Andy."
"I know. He's all but gone now. Isn't he?"
"All but what we have in bed."
"We'd still have that."
I looked at her for a few seconds. Then said, "Let me sleep
on it."
We cuddled up together as we normally do and I knew she
could feel my breast forms pushing against her back, but I
felt nothing. I didn't tell her, but I'd been thinking
about this for a little while. I had done some on-line
research about breast augmentation. That's how I knew about
the hormones. She was right. The forms could be a little
troublesome at times. But, they helped make Beth. I laid
there for a while thinking about this before I fell asleep.
The next morning at breakfast I knew Jackie wanted to say
something about our talk last night, but she didn't. I
didn't either. But later that morning she just said, "I
know a great plastic surgeon."
"For what?" I was teasing her a little.
"For Beth."
"You really want me to do this, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I've fallen in love with Beth. I want her to be as
complete a woman as she wants to be."
I sat there, and just looked at her. Then said, "You've
fallen in love with Beth. What about Andy?"
"I still love Andy, but I think that I love Beth more."
I thought that I would feel different if Jackie ever told me
that she loved someone else. She was telling me that she
loved me, but the feminine me. Actually, I felt warm
inside. I said, "If I go thought with the surgery Andy
wouldn't be able to come back."
"Andy hasn't been here in a long time."
"Even in bed?"
"He's been there. Toward the end. But, everything leading
up to that is Beth."
"How would you explain it at work?"
"Let me worry about that."
Chapter 6
The real me?
A few weeks later we were sitting in the plastic surgeon's
office. Dr. Ann Roberts was supposed to be one of the best
plastic surgeons in the region. We talked for a long time,
discussing Beth, who she was and what she wanted. We
discussed various options, breast enhancement, a little work
on the nose, and maybe cheek implants. One final thing she
did explain was the requirement of living as a woman full
time for a year and meeting with a psychologist for approval
before any surgery.
I knew someone was holding my hand. I heard someone saying,
"Beth. Beth honey. Wake up sweetheart." I knew it was
Jackie's voice, but everything was fuzzy. I went to say
something, but Jackie said, "Don't try to talk. You'll hurt
your throat."
The fog started to clear from my mind and I began to
remember what was going on. I was in the hospital and had
just had surgery. Dr. Roberts had given me breast implants,
worked on my nose, added cheek implants, and altered my
voice box.
Then Jackie said, "I spoke with Dr. Roberts. She told me
that everything went perfectly. You'll be a little sore and
bruised for a while. Your throat will hurt and she doesn't
want you to talk for a few days."
I just nodded yes.
Two days later I was home. Even though my nose was a little
bruised, my throat was sore, and my chest hurt a little, I
wasn't feeling too bad. Jackie was fantastic, she had taken
a couple days off work and took care of me just like a
nurse. I was only able to speak in a whisper.
The following week, Jackie was back at work, and I was able
to get back to my editing work and some light house work.
All the bandages and sutures had been removed and I was
finally able to get a better look at the new me. I really
liked what I was seeing. My nose was smaller and had a
little upturn to it. The cheek implants really add to the
feminine look of my face.
The biggest improvement was my thirty-eight C breasts.
There was such a difference between having the forms
attached and the real, well almost real, ones. Whenever I
took a shower or was getting dressed and I was in front of a
mirror, I couldn't help but look at them. Just feeling them
move when I moved was wonderful. I couldn't believe how
much better they were than the forms.
My voice was different, pleasantly different. It actually
had a very nice feminine sound to it. Getting use to hearing
my new voice took a little while.
Jackie and I hadn't been together sexually since the night
before my surgery. On a Friday I went to the doctors by
myself. The doctor told me that everything had gone better
than she thought it would and that I was free to resume any
and all activities. On the way home I made a stop at one of
the malls. There was a store in this mall that sold some
very sexy club clothes and that's where I was heading. I
knew that this was over the top for me, but I wanted to
really be sexy for Jackie. I had decided to make tonight
interesting.
As I walked into the store, I saw the dress. It was a red,
ankle length, evening dress with a slit up the left side of
the skirt. The thing that really caught my eye was it was
almost strapless. It had a single strap that ran from the
center of the front over the left shoulder, and was attached
at the front with a rhinestone broach. It was down right,
drop dead, sexy. I did look around, but that dress was it.
As I was looking around, I spotted a pair of shoes that
would really go great with the dress. They were a pair of
red Mary Janes with a four-inch heel and a wide ankle strap.
I think Jackie likes me as a tall girl.
One thing I didn't find in this store was a strapless bra.
The doctor still wanted me to wear a bra most of the time.
I could go without one for a short time. I knew that there
was a very good lingerie store in this mall. I paid for my
things and took them out to the car before heading to the
Lingerie Shoppe.
Once I was in the Lingerie Shoppe I started looking though
all the very pretty things that they had to offer. I was
tempted to have a bra fitting, but decided to wait until
everything was healed. They did have a very nice sexy red
strapless bra that I figured would make me look very nice in
the dress. In looking for the bra, I had looked at a lot of
things, including some very sexy thongs. I went back to
where they were and found a very nice black one. Then the
thigh high nylons caught my attention. I looked through
them and found a pair in suntan that had a seam up the back.
As I was paying for them, the clerk said, "It looks like
someone is planning to have some fun."
"You bet," I said.
This clerk was the first to hear the new Beth except for
Jackie and the doctor. It must have sounded good as there
was no strange reaction. Her response to my 'You bet,' was
"He's one lucky guy."
I smiled at her as I thought, 'If you only knew.'
As I walked out of the store I looked at my watch and had
just enough time for a light lunch. I stopped at the food
court and had a small salad and ice tea.
When I was back home, I took a nice long bath, making sure
my legs were nice and smooth. When I was done, I slipped on
the new bra and a robe, and sat at the dressing table. I
wanted to look as good as Brandy had for the party, so I
spend a long time on my hair, nails, and makeup. When I was
done, I slipped on the thong and the thigh highs. Seeing
myself in the mirror I couldn't help but smile.
If I was going to have dinner ready when Jackie arrived
home, I needed to start cooking soon. I sat back down and
slipped on the new shoes. Fastening the two buckles on each
ankle strap felt very sexy. I walked over to look in the
mirror, and I twisted and turned so that I could look from
every angle. These shoes made my legs look fantastic.
I slipped the robe back on, went to the kitchen and started
cooking. Just before Jackie was due home, I poured us each
a glass of wine and went back to the bedroom to finish
dressing. I slipped into the new red dress. Again, I was
in front of the mirror looking at myself. I again saw a
very sexy girl, sexier than Beth normally was. It was like
Brandy was back for a visit
I was just finishing dinner when I heard Jackie's car pull
into the garage. I picked up the two glasses of wine and
waited for her at the door. As she walked into the house,
she stopped, stared at me, and said, "Don't you look
fantastic."
As I offered her a glass of wine, I said, "Thank you."
"New dress?"
"Something special for tonight."
"What's so special about tonight?"
As I handed her the glass of wine, I said, "You'll see."
"Is Brandy back?"
I just smiled and said, "Dinner is ready."
We enjoyed a very nice dinner, then retired to the den.
Jackie sat on the couch, I handed her another glass of wine
and stood by the fireplace. Jackie looked at me for a
minute, then asked, "So, what brought this on?"
"The doctor cut me loose today," I replied.
As she got a smile on her face, she said, "Really?"
"Yes. Anything goes."
"And, Brandy?"
"You know. Even though Brandy was a high paid call girl and
would do anything anyone wanted her to do as long as they
paid for it. She really only likes girls."
"Only girls?"
"You knew that."
"Yes. Where's Beth?"
"Who's Beth?"
Jackie got a very nice smile on her face and asked, "So,
what's tonight going to cost me?"
"Tonight is a five-thousand dollar night," I replied, "but,
for you, and only you, it's free."
"Free?"
"Sure. You're my favorite customer and it's my way of
showing my appreciation for everything you've done."
I took a sip on my wine, set the glass on the fireplace
mantel, walked over to the couch, and sat next to Jackie. I
took the wine glass out of her hand and placed it on the
table. Then I took her face in my hands and gave her a
long, deep, kiss. I could feel her melt with my kiss.
When we broke the kiss, Jackie said, "Brandy, you are the
sexiest girl I know."
"I'd better be the only girl you know."
With a smile, Jackie said, "You are."
We continued to seduce each other on the couch. Eventually
Jackie became the aggressor and I had no objections to that.
It wasn't long until she had my dress off, and it wasn't
much later that my bra was also off. Her touching and
kissing my new breasts sent waves of pleasure through me
like I'd never felt before. It appeared that my breasts,
and in particular my nipples, were very sensitive.
Somehow I still had my thong and nylons on and Jackie still
had her panties on. But, I figured that would change in the
very near future.
Jackie stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and she
helped me to my feet. As I stood up, she wrapped her arms
around me, and kissed me. Feeling our breasts crush
together was an amazing feeling. Finally she took my hand
and led me toward our bedroom.
Over an hour later we lay together on the bed completely
satisfied. Jackie had been the aggressor through the whole
thing, and we had done things that we'd never done before.
But, everything was done in a very slow, soft, sensuous,
way. She treated me like a girl, spending time bring me
pleasure. Be assured that I returned the pleasure.
As we lay their, she whispered, "Is Brandy going to be here
all weekend?"
"Do you want her to be?" I asked.
"For five-thousand dollars I think she should be. She
should also be willing to do anything that I want her to
do."
"She's more than willing to be at your beck and call."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Very sure."
"Good. So, you'll be Brandy all weekend. You will do as I
say. Without complaint. Correct?"
"Yes. Without hesitation."
She cuddled up to me, and as she whispered, "Girlfriend, I
love you so much." she started playing with my nipples again
and it drove me crazy.
I was able to whisper back, "I love you too."
This weekend was nothing but fantastic. I serve Jackie in
many ways, not only sexually, but as a maid servant. I drew
her bath for her, washed her back, legs, and feet, applied
lotion to her body, brushed her hair, applied her makeup and
dressed her.
I know that there have been many stories written where the
man is forced into being a woman and then forced to serve
her and her lovers. But, I did this very willingly. I did
this because of my deep love for her, and I knew that I was
her only lover. Besides, she told me that the next time I
was Brandy. She would be my maid servant.
The sex this weekend was different. Jackie was completely
in charge. She told me what her desires were and I
fulfilled them.
On Sunday evening I was back to being Beth and we were
laying in bed. Jackie looked at me, kissed me, and said,
"You know. It was fun having Brandy visit. She really
knows how to please a woman. She's a lesbian. But, Beth is
special. Beth is who you really are, who you were meant to
be, who I was meant to love. But, it'll be fun to have
Brandy back for a visit whenever she wants to."
"So, you really love Beth?" I asked.
"Yes. She is a very sweet person and easy to love."
"You don't want Andy?"
"Love. Andy is here. Andy and Beth are one in the same.
But, now Beth is out where she belongs. I think she's
always been the strongest one, but was allowing Andy to find
her in his own way. Yes I want Andy and yes I want Beth.
You are both very sweet people. Are you happy?"
"Very much so. I feel like everything is as it should be.
I'm with you. You love me for who I am. I love you as I
always have. We have each other. Are you happy?"
"Like you, very much. I think that I've always known that
you've had a feminine side, but I was afraid of it. I was
afraid that if I saw that side of you that I'd either not
want any part of it, or I'd lose you if I allowed you to
express yourself in the way you have. But, seeing you
transform into Brandy opened my eyes. It showed me that
even when you were feminine, you were the same person that I
married. Actually I fell in love with you all over. I fell
in love with the feminine you. I want to love you as a
woman and have you love me as a woman."
"But, I'm not a woman."
"You are. You've become a woman. You are the woman that I
love. But, underneath beats the heart of a very special
person. A person that knows who she is, and what she
wants."
"Do you want me to become a full woman?"
"Beth, you know how to make love like a woman with a woman.
But, consummate the love making like a man. Afterwards the
woman returns to continue the love making until your partner
is completely sated. Do I want you to become a full woman?
"Honey. I want what would make you the happiest. I'd miss
the intercourse with Andy, but the love and love making we
share would continue. Beth knows how to please me and I
think I know how to please Beth. If at some point you want
to be a complete woman, I'd support you to the fullest.
Would I still love you? Yes. Very much."
All I can say is, thanks to Jackie's boss and the party he
had where men dressed as women and women dressed as men, I
can now be who I really am. Jackie and I found our love for
each other again. The rest of our life together ... was
to say the least fantastic. We lived as two women. Two
lovers.
- FIN -
Andy/Beth/Brandy Barker, Jackie/Jace Barker, Breann, Mr.
Brenner, Lisa, Jerome, Frank Richards